Your Heart Is A Cookie Cutter and I See No Cookies Poem by Chuy Amante

Your Heart Is A Cookie Cutter and I See No Cookies



Where are the cookies that baked in your heart?
formed and molded in you from the start

Were they plentiful and tasty and you ate them all?
Were they without salt, odd and all did fall?

Do you see them daily and dance in their dough?
Did your cutter dull and your heart turned to snow?

Your Heart Is A Cookie Cutter
and I See No Cookies
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